Saving Boston (Rewritten)

I Know A Fighter When I See One

The ringing from my bedside table wouldn't stop until I made it, yet I stayed still. Even when the sun cast upon my face, begging me to acknowledge its light, I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. I refused to wake up and find the spot next to me empty again. Perhaps I will fall into a deep sleep again where I only wake up to her voice. Until then, I couldn't be bothered.

I never knew fear until I met Bo. The way I couldn't sit still until I knew safety tucked her into bed at night drove me mad. If my heart is made of glass, she held it with clumsy hands, and I still trust her. She could juggle it and toss it into the air; my breath would never falter. It wasn't until I refused to wake up because I feared I wouldn't see her beside me that I started to question everything. How could I deny it? I finally found love.

My hand smacked around the bedside table until I found my phone. When the weight on top of my body stirred, my heart fluttered. I opened my eyes to see a curly-haired girl clinging to my side. Her breath fanned across my neck as she shifted, and I could hear every little snore leaving her lips.

As I found my lock button, I forced the sound from my phone to stop. I didn't want to wake her. If I did, I worried she would leave again. So, I brought the device to my ear, hoping to put an end to the person who continued calling. Before I could say a word, John's voice came through. Just as everything started to go right, he asked me to start training today. If I wanted to take the fight in Vegas, I wouldn't have a choice. I haven't trained in over two years, and if I didn't start now, I wouldn't have had preparation.

Every time I had Bo, I had to let her go again. A sigh left my lips as I ended the phone call. As much as I hated to leave the woman next to me, fearing she wouldn't come back if I told her I had to go, I knew John was right. Would she want to go? It made me wonder if Bo wanted everyone to know we were on the verge of becoming something again. What if she were embarrassed to be seen with the man who killed her mom?

I wouldn't know what to do if we gave this another shot only to figure out we should have stayed apart. Yet, sometimes when things are real, there is no denying it. My whole life, I have been unsure, though. Yet, this time, without question or second-guessing, I wasn't. Bo was my person, and nothing could change my mind about that.

My eyes fell to the curly-haired girl to see her caramel eyes staring at me. The corner of her lips tugged upward as she let out a small yawn. My lips pressed against her forehead as her body pressed deeper into mine, making me regret telling her I had to end this before it barely started.

"Good morning," her cheek snuggled into my chest.

My fingers ran through her hair as I gently rubbed her scalp. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "Better than ever."

"I don't want to cut this short, but I need to get up."

Her arm slowly pulled away from me. "Okay."

"You can stay here and rest if you want," I pressed myself onto my elbow to look down at her. "I can bring you back something to eat."

"Can I go with you?'

"You want John to know we are talking again? He will end up telling everybody."

Her shoulders tipped upward. "I thought it was pretty obvious we couldn't stay away from one another."

The reassurance she hit me with made the voices in my head disappear. "Then it's settled then."

"I'll be back," she pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "I need to use the bathroom first."

"I'll meet you in the living room."

She turned back to me as she slipped from the bed. "See you soon."